Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephanie Meyer, which is not me.
BPOV
"Let go of me Edward, or I'll make you let go." My face was turned towards his. I could see how very much the same he was, except he wasn't. His laugh lines were more defined, and his forehead was lined heavily.
"I can't. I can't let you go." He spoke brokenly—from the excursion of running after me unexpectedly, or from emotion, I couldn't tell.
"Let. Me. Go. Now." I growled with my own breath leaving in fits and spurts. It was because of emotion on my end. However, I had hoped that I was clear.
"Bella, don't make me. Please, don't make me." Definitely emotion.
I started to get really hot. My body was feeling almost feverish, and I could feel the slight breeze, but it wasn't doing anything but throwing off my...sense of normal. I started to see stars and as much as I wanted to be strong, face him with my shoulders back and my head held high, as much as I wanted to look him in the face and tell him to leave me alone, I couldn't. But I couldn't do anything in that moment. I couldn't even register that he may have won, that I couldn't fight him off.
I started to feel, nothing. And the stars turned to black and in the very far distance right before my eyes closed, I could see it filter in in an alarming wave.
Light.
And then nothing.
